Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.